I’m going to try to be nice, because I know how the fans can be, but I come down on the side of not getting the Whedon thing, and I’ve followed his career for longer than most of his fans … ever since Alien Resurrection, which I find to be his conveniently dismissed and forgotten bastard child, seldom mentioned by fans … a film that was universally panned by anyone who appreciated the first three films for what they were; one of the things about the Alien franchise that made it unique was that every film was taken on by a different crew who gave it their own touch. Whedon got to put his touch on the last one, and I resent the fact that he essentially started his career with diminishing the tone established by a trilogy of intensely dramatic films with a litany of tongue-in-cheek jokes from forgettable one-dimensional characters who all threw the f-bomb around interjectionally rather than as part of any believable dialog, as if they were told they were doing Scarface In Space with monsters instead of rival Cuban gangs. I can already hear the fans come to his defense, inventing excuses to the effect of him playing up the fact that he was putting his own spin on it, saying “hey, it’s an Alien movie and we’re tired of it already, let’s just lampoon it with a bunch of forgettable and expendable characters who swear a lot like they did in the third one and turn it into a self-referential parody of itself, because who still takes these films seriously at this point anyway?” I never seem to hear where the Whedonites stand on that miserable chapter of his career, though I’m sure they stand with him regardless.
I still watch his new stuff with an open mind though. He has unique ideas, but the overall tone of his lack of seriousness removes me from the narrative too much to be engrossed in his stories and comes off as self-indulgent pandering to fans. He’s made a career of satirizing genre stereotypes, but I think anybody with half a brain can do that. I’ll offer that Firefly and Serenity were credible and independently standalone works that certainly warranted more material, never been a fan of Buffy or Angel though I can see why they were popular since the whole vampire and werewolf thing is still some kinda big deal, Dr. Horrible was a cute little project, and Dollhouse just didn’t really click with me either. Apologies to those who take umbrage that I don’t “get it”, but I don’t know what there is to “get” because his stuff is rarely as clever in my mind as it’s hyped up to be in the minds of others. I’ve sampled all the flavors of his writing and will continue to do so, but I can’t help feeling as though a pair of rose-colored glasses are required for viewing his stuff as much as polarized lenses are required for viewing 3D movies. It feels like he’s always trying to appeal to fans with self-referential material and that nothing can really be taken too seriously, that he’s reaching for punchlines, or making up silly words, etc. And I have a hard time getting past that. And despite how creative and brilliant everyone says his dialog is, I find a lot of his ostensibly fleshed-out characters extremely cliche, one-dimensional and predictable. Yeah, I get all his jokes and banter, mostly because they’re not very subtle and are extremely easy to get, so they aren’t challenging to me as a viewer. And he’s always doing it, trying to be witty and funny and clever, and it’s tiresome when all the fans tell me I should be laughing at it when I’m not. Sure, maybe the dialog reflects the fan culture and he’s all in tune with them, but I feel like that lessens the seriousness and depth of what could be better material if the themes were taken more seriously. It all serves as a barrier to me really getting engrossed in his stories or characters, even when I genuinely like the characters or the plot. Sorry fans.
I’d like for him to try telling a more mature story without pandering to fans and condescending to the intelligence of viewers who have no investment in his established work. It’s like if you don’t get it, it’s because you’re not part of the club that you didn’t know you needed to be in to watch his stuff in the first place, even though the fans I know all tell me that I want, no, need to be in it. It’s this fan adoration in recent years that has pushed me even further away from taking his work seriously … when you go through the experience of dealing with overzealous fans of anything, trying to have any kind of rational or constructive conversation about the material is futile. And when their idea of convincing me I missed something amounts to re-watching Firefly or Dr. Horrible ad nauseum and listening to them laugh or sing along or parrot lines back, I find it goes from stupid to bizarre, cultish, and boring very quickly. Joss has his moments, but even a blind squirrel finds a few nuts if the timing is right. Those nuts, however, aren’t nearly enough to last me through the winter of my discontent with his work, or with his biggest supporters.